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The adrenaline had worn off. Now, there was only the ache.
Lukas lay sprawled on a wooden bench, a wet towel over his face. His hands, usually cold, were still radiating heat from the overuse of his Combustion Gloves.
"I feel like a raisin," Lukas groaned. "I used too much mana. My core feels dry."
Alaric sat in the corner. He wasn’t complaining, but he looked like a patchwork doll.
The school nurse, a terrified woman who had barely touched him, had applied ...
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